Peggy paused as she saw her reflection
in a store window. Her hair was done up, and she wore a pretty cream and rose
dress that was part of her uniform from the old-fashioned ice cream shoppe
where she worked. She smiled, and then continued up the steps to her apartment.

As she stopped to
unlock the door, the plastic bag holding a pint of ice cream swung from her
wrist and hit her leg, announcing her arrival.

Jake stood up and
smiled as she entered, pulling his long hair into a ponytail. His eyes were
riveted on the fancy script of the bag.

She didn’t mind; just
looking at Jake made her clit pulse. People might look at the pair of them in
surprise, what with him looking like all he was missing was his Harley. Dressed
all in black, as usual, with his flowing black hair, she was struck as usual by
his beauty. People saw him as a rough biker. She saw him as the sweet,
sensitive lover he was—as her baby with the sweet tooth.

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He kissed her temple,
and taking her wrist, asked her like he did every time she came back from the
ice cream shoppe.

‘What kind of ice cream
did you bring?’

Peggy smiled, as she
opened the bag. Jake loved desserts, and he loved the unusual savory ice creams
they made at the store more than anything.

‘Red pepper ice cream,’
she smiled, handing him the bag.

Jake grabbed the bag
from her, and she went into the kitchen to place the takeout that she bought on
the counter. From behind, even before he touched her, she felt his heat. By the
time he touched her backside, she was infused with him. His scent and the heat
of his skin through her clothes. She leaned back into him and felt the coolness
of the ice cream, just beneath her uniform.

‘Decadent…’ he murmured
into her hair.

Peggy nodded, as he
kissed her neck and took her hair out of its neat chignon. Her hair tumbled to
the middle of her back, and soon was the only thing that covered her. She
pushed her hair to the side, as Jake placed a scoop of ice cream on the small
of her back. Feeling him lick the red pepper ice cream off of her back was a
sweet sensation.

‘Delicious…’ he said.

Licking the ice cream
scoop off of her was his favorite thing to do. The small of her back felt
frozen, until his tongue lapped at it. Each lash of his tongue was like liquid
fire, and she arched in response to his strokes.

She could not see
herself, but she knew she was miles away from the image of herself perfectly
put together like a relic of the fifties when she was on her way to the
apartment. Standing up, she felt her hair swing back against her shoulder
blades. Jake pressed himself to her back, and she swooned at the weight of his
belt against her ass. She backed up against him, and he slapped her bottom. He
never used a belt on her and she was not sure that she would have wanted him
to, but he knew how to use his hand to spank her and make her do whatever he
wanted her to do.

He had almost spanked
her clit, and she was glad he had not because she would have exploded. She knew
people probably thought he was rough, just because of how he looked in contrast
to her. Her in cream and rose—well nothing now—and him in black leather. People
probably thought he was into whips and chains, and not that he would lick between
her legs like he should have licked the red pepper ice cream. Slowly, over and
over so that he did not miss a spot.

Peggy closed her eyes
and buried her face in her folded arms on the counter. Jake did not spank her,
but he parted her cheeks like she was the red sea. He licked her pussy, and
told her how savory and sweet it was…before he kissed her asshole which she
assumed looked like a tight rosebud. She felt every part of her pulse as he
first kissed, then entered her hole with his tongue. He knew he could make her
come from kissing her ass, and when he put his tongue inside her…he knew she
could come at any minute.

Her thighs quivered
under the pressure of pleasure. Jake caressed them as if that would make them
stop, but it made it all the more harder for her to stop. He pushed his tongue
in so deep, that she saw a flash of light before she came so hard. She pounded
the counter with her fists and elbows, and punched the already deflated bag she
had bought the ice cream in.

‘What are you bringing
me tomorrow?’ Jake mused absently, as she tried to catch her breath.